The small boy was directed to soak his feet in salt water to toughen

them. He considered the matter thoughtfully, and then remarked to


"It's pretty near time for me to ket a lickin', I guess I'd better sit

in it."

* * *

The two scrub women met and chattered to this effect:

Mrs. Riley--Och, Missus O'Raff
rty, I hear yez be worrukin' noight an'


Mrs. O'Rafferty--Yis, Oi'm under bonds to kape the pace for pullin' the

hair o' that blaggard Missus Murphy; an' the Judge tould me as if Oi

touched her again he'd foine me tin dollars.

Mrs. Riley--An' yez is worrukin' so hard so's to kape outen mischief.

Mrs. O'Rafferty (hissing viciously between her teeth)--No! Oi'm savin'

oop the foine.

* * *

The father entered the room where Clara, his daughter, was entertaining

her young man.

"What is it, popper?" the young lady inquired.

Her father held out the umbrella which he carried.

"This is for John," he explained. "It looks as if it might rain before